Later On We'll Conspire

[thepurpleone]

WHO: Donatello and open
WHERE: Around central Temba
WHAT: Trying to keep warm while exploring
WHEN: Late Feb
WARNINGS: N/A



Donatello had many questions as to how the Replicator worked and no forthcoming answers as to its operation. It's rather irksome to him that the thing can spit out objects without any obvious source of input, and as of yet he's not quite convinced that it isn't just transferring it from somewhere else. This would call for some more specialized requests, but his own had been expended for the month in favor of trying to stay warm. The winter coat is just a shade off his preferred purple hue but not terrible, and he supposes he hardly has any reason to complain when he doesn't have to worry about frostbite. Yes, perhaps there are better things one can Replicate but the turtle teen has figured if he's going to not freeze then there's no reason not to make it fashionable.

Blissfully oblivious to the Storm-shaped bullet he's missed and inwardly still preoccupied with slight separation anxiety, the obvious solution has been to explore, and now that he's more suitably equipped, there is nothing to stop him! Well, short of some deep patches of snow that nearly swallow him.

The Library serves as his usual go-to for any and all questions, and if anyone knew him then they wouldn't be surprised at all that this is one of the first places he decides to check out. He doesn't get much further than the foyer as he sees the horrifyingly empty state of the place. "Wh... Why?" he not quite wails as he drops to his knees in needless the theatrics. This seems an extremely cruel trick for an avid fan of libraries and learning! An alien library potentially promising an unknown wealth of information never before conceived and after scouring its empty shelves all he finds are...

Are these comics? And two books? "Unbelievable, I get abducted into an alien planet and the only available literature is from Earth."

His tone oozes with seething disappointment.


At least the Agricultural Building does not disappoint. He hadn't been entirely kidding when he'd thought to weather the winter season in here. It's welcoming and warm, a contained natural setting in a controlled environment not at all like camping in the wilderness, just what he prefers.

Given he's accidentally absorbed the agricultural data point's offerings for knowledge, Donnie's decided to make the most of it. It's something to occupy his time as he goes through the plants and observes strangely familiar-looking species that otherwise aren't anything like what he'd expect otherwise. At some point he sets up a makeshift hammock by using sheets filched from the hotel, testing out how how comfortable it would be as opposed to an actual bed. One might catch him napping.


While he's a seasoned scavenger, this would be a rare opportunity in which he can actually go through unused things. Although Donnie imagines that most of the Department Store's goods have been picked through by now, it doesn't stop him from combing through things himself. One man's trash is another turtle's potential furnishings.

Okay, so scrapyards tend to have way more useful stuff so far as he's concerned. He'll just have to go scrap scavenging when it's not all snow-coated. In the meantime, there are some practical things to be had. He really wishes all the clothes didn't have extra appendage though, and while he's slim he's not terribly tall so he's going to absolutely be swimming in these things. Dishware, mmmaybe. A thermos will definitely be useful, maybe he can fill it with coffee or something, because someone like him totally needs caffeine.

Comments

Library

[crystalmaster]

Radley isn't sure what's more shocking, that there's a human-sized talking turtle, or that he's screaming so overdramatically about ... something.

"Uh ... hi?"

[thepurpleone]

Oops, he wasn't the only one in here? Donatello abruptly freezes like a deer in headlights. Oh no, a human! But wait, he's on an alien world so it shouldn't really matter!

"Play it cool, Donnie, we're all cool here. Ahem," he clears his throat, forcing himself to relax. "Greetings, human. Nailed it."

[crystalmaster]

Radley quirks an eyebrow. "I'm Radley. And you are ... ?"

[thepurpleone]

"Already on first name bases here? No, no- that's fine. Guess there's no point in being fancy when you're abducted by aliens," the turtle snorts. "I am Donatello."

[crystalmaster]

"I'm on a first-name basis back home too," Radley smirks. "Donatello, huh? That's classy."

[thepurpleone]

"-oh, well I guess I can't really say I'm not either. I mean who even asks for last names anymore, pff." He waves a hand. "Hardly anyone actually calls me Donatello though. I know, it's a mouthful. Donnie is perfectly fine and saves you some oxygen."

[crystalmaster]

"That's cool with me," Radley said. "So, Donnie, what was so upsetting when you came in here?"

[thepurpleone]

It's a wonder how one honest question can severely damage the teen's opinion of a person. Donatello stares at Radley a moment as though he's suddenly grew another head.

"Uh, what about this place is not upsetting?" he gasps. "This is a library unless library means something else in alien Agrii-ese! I came here expecting a fount of knowledge, a wealth of alien information to explore!"

He pauses, suddenly eyeing the man critically. "If you are unbothered by this fact then clearly this is not new to you, but then what, pray tell, are you doing in here then!"

[crystalmaster]

Radley is amused and annoyed by the attitude switch. But he's in a good mood, so he won't switch to sarcasm mode yet.

"You're right, I already discovered that." He sighs. "I keep coming back hoping to find something that was overlooked. And I like the kitties. There's alien cats living here."

Agricultural

[doubled_speed]

As if there was any other place Tommy would be so soon after a storm. He moved around with a large crate, a harvesting and trimming knife in his belt, moving slowly through the plants. What he wasn't expecting was to see a sheet stretched between two trees.

"What the actual fuck?" he says as he approaches. What's that form sleeping there? "Hey you fuck. What are you doing? You could hurt the trees!"

[thepurpleone]

Growing up with noisy brothers, having someone yell at you when you're napping is hardly new. Being in a hammock however...

"Wha- Aack!"

The perfect balance Donatello had found is all too easily upset by the slightest mis-shift of weight, tipping him into a brief, rapid twirl before he's unceremoniously dumped onto the ground.

"And ow."

[doubled_speed]

Tommy rolled his eyes and just stayed there, watching Donatello. Dude could get to his feet.

"Seriously applause dude."

[thepurpleone]

To add insult to injury, the hammock spins about above him and promptly dumps his winter clothes that he'd had bundled up for use as a pillow over his head just as he pushes himself up. "I knew I should've stuck with the ground," Donatello mutters as he pulls his coat down and sets to folding his things neatly.

Tommy would get a better look at him then now that he's sitting up, the purple bandanna and matching fingerless gloves, elbow and kneepads. The shell doesn't look like a standard turtle's, lacking the lines and overall layered look in favor of being more leathery in appearance; a soft shell.

Recalling that he has an audience, the turtle teen looks over his shoulder and scowls at the human. "Anyone ever tell you it's rude scaring people awake?"

[doubled_speed]

Was that... Wow. Tommy stares at him. That doesn't make any sense. What in the world?

"Donatello?!"

No way. It looks like Donatello, but also, like, not QUITE right.

[thepurpleone]

His attention sharpens all at once then. This isn't just a matter of recognition from a badly spelled directory. Somehow there's familiarity there in the tone, and Donatello's not at all sure how to parse it. At least, not correctly.

All at once he's up on his feet and in Tommy's face. "Who sent you and what do want? How do you know me? I preemptively deny any and all allegations unless you are from the future and recognize me for my greatness and achievements in technology to better humanity in which case I will happily provide you with an autograph once I have built a printer and found something suitable to use as photo paper."

[doubled_speed]

Dude, Tommy isn't even paying attention to the rant. He's putting down the box and approaching to look the turtle over. Oh fuck.

"It's really you! Oh man! I thought it was cool meeting Raph while he was here, but damn, a second one of you! Holy shit. You're the smart one too! Oh man, you could make so much cool stuff. Shit you've gotta teach me!"

[thepurpleone]

Yeah, that's not creepy at all. Donatello backs away at the sudden attention, not too keen on being assessed like some kind of new plant specimen.

He blinks, and again. That Raph had been here before isn't a new piece of information to him but the way the man speaks it's like he's intimately known them all even before then. The turtle eyes him suspiciously.

"Good to know you have your facts straight at least. Yes, I am the smart one and yes I make cool 'stuff'- however what's with the demand to teach you? I don't even know who you are!"

Department Store

[catchable]

Some of the clothes must have had less appendages, and less yardage, because among the dust and the broken pottery there was a perfectly normal-sized and -limbed cat, who happened to be wearing a neatly tailored safari jacket and pith helmet. This might have seemed an out of place costume for some casual shopping, except that perhaps the pronounced size difference between the animal and the Agrii-standard infrastructure did make for some daring feats of adventure. Besides, it was very stylish.

Daring feats for Salem did include anything up high, so when he risked climbing a shelf to figure out of that green thing he saw was a toaster (upon closer inspection, nothing like a toaster), he immediately started to panic about having to get down. The obvious solution was to throw himself bodily from the shelf. A cat did always land on his feet. Unfortunately, this one landed among the crockery, scattering mugs and thermoses across the displays and shattering several across the ground while he struggled to find his footing.

[thepurpleone]

The sudden noise was a bit alarming, especially for someone thinking that he was the only one poking around in here. "??"

Donnie swung around, clasping his tech-bo in his hands as he carefully started towards where the racket had come from. It wasn't at all hard to track, really, considering the noise was still persisting, and movement from displaced drinkware was rather hard to miss in the stillness.

He peeked around the shelf, brows lifting as he glanced towards the floor.

"Ooh, a thermos!" he piped, dropping down to pick it up. "...and a...safari cat, huh."

[catchable]

There probably wasn't much that would have muffled Salem's instinct to insist, "It wasn't me!" as he was discovered among the mess he had made, and he was only further encouraged by the big stick that came around the corner to beat the culprit. At least it clearly wasn't a mortal that he was going to have to convince was hearing things, he only realized after the words were out, staring with some bewilderment in his braced, tail-up pose at the...dragon?

[thepurpleone]

Clang. The thermos dropped from Donatello's fingers as he stared at the cat. Apparently he hadn't expected it to speak. Cats didn't speak. Mutants and yokai spoke, what was this.

"Uh."

The turtle glanced around wondering if perhaps anyone else was around before he peered at the cat again. "O...kay, so not only are you stylishly dressed but you speak?"

[catchable]

Bold accusation to make from a dragon who was also speaking, and also dressed, though Salem wasn't sure he would grant this dragon the benefit of being stylish. Purple on green was garish. So they both knew how ridiculous this animal was for being surprised at the other animal, Salem stretched down into a bow to whisper dramatically, "Are we supposed to be being quiet?"

[thepurpleone]

Donatello still somehow looked...uncertain as the cat once again spoke. Well, he wasn't imagining things then.

"No, not really, I guess. I mean, this isn't like the lame-o library with no books, just a super abandoned department store. Do you always talk?"

At least it seems there's no need for his bo in this situation, so he collapses it with the tap of a button, tucking it into his pocket.

[catchable]

With the beating stick away (though Salem did had to attempt a sniff at the air to try to figure out what exactly that was, and why it was pocket sized), Salem relaxed enough to sit up with his tail curled around his feet, so he could look all the more dignified as he reported, "According to some people, I could stand to talk less. They have no respect for the artform."

[thepurpleone]

It smelled of metal and technology, and perhaps a touch of ozone. Maybe. Donnie's never smelled his staff before, that was just weird.

"Mm. Well, I suppose that's true." He was fine with leaving his response vague. It was a toss up, really, and completely relative but he was willing to give the cat the benefit of the doubt since they'd just met. And still, he knew all too well that there were plenty of people who could probably do to talk less. Just look at the internet!

Picking up the thermos again, he inspected it for damages from two falls, giving it a shake before he unscrewed the top. "Out for an expedition? You're certainly dressed the part. Maybe overdressed- the urban jungle is certainly lacking in both parts, but on the upside, a lot less embarrassing than what I've seen people post pictures of on their socials."